El Cid.

I had lunch with K. today. I had asked K to come out to the park for my first day back at the park after the attack. He made an astute observation in that while I had been very successful in presenting a positive image that perhaps I had done too good a job, and as a consequence, people who had pledged to help in certain ways had yet to follow up because they also got the impression that I was pretty much back and ready to go.

Have I been channeling El Cid? While I do believe that my attitude is real, the flip side of the coin is that I'm pretty beat up physically, and I also still need to time to decompress and process what's happened here, and maybe it's cost me something to behave more or less like business as usual.

The bottom line here is yeah, I'm moving forward as best I can, but I might need a little more help to do it than you might be imagining.